Above me, the once blue sky turned a bright array of colour that cascaded across the heavens. The clouds let the evening wind drag them along as they lazily relaxed.
The gorgeous wall of soft, light pink soon turned into a harsh mix of burnt orange and navy blue. The clouds seemed to age with it and become darker against the sky, no longer the fluffy white that exists during the day.
The light was still falling and losing its battle.
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Battle of the Sun - A short story
PoetryThe sun falls and loses its battle. - - - A description of a sunset.
